PRANCING DOWN TO THE CREEK near the cow pasture, Augie Doggie’s black tail wags joyously, still proud of his rabbit-chasing prowess. Augie loves the gurgling stream, and enjoys cooling his tippytoes in water. However, his disposition crumples when a twigsnap alerts Augie toward a strange, dark squirrel—tail flipping defiantly.
Statuesque, foreleg pointing, Augie feels his neck hair bristling as his machine gun-barks urge sparrows to another tree. The black squirrel disappears after Augie closes in.
Augie Doggie happily greets Bob’s return home, but Bob grabs his nose, and speaking with a funny voice asks, “What have you gotten into!?.”